Wardrobe Diary 39: Wedding on Vuh-lor Day (April 9, 2013)

I’ve finally found the time to post this! After two months! By the way everyone, I missed you!!! I missed blogging so much but I had to do what I had to last summer. Don’t worry, I’ll fill you in. 🙂

So on Valor Day, I was supposed to teach at one of our partner schools, OB Montessori, in both their Sta. Ana and Greenhills campuses. It was also my cousin Kuya Richie’s wedding, so I intended to habol right after my class. But since OB Montessori would have no staff whatsoever on that holiday, classes were cancelled. Randy and I initially thought we were free as a bird on that day but nooooooooo! A couple of hours before we were to leave for Makati (where the wedding was held), one of the biggest problems of summer came in: one of our teachers was quitting. Que horror! After days and night of training and orienting her, she was quitting. Of course we can’t allow that! So a heated argument between us (Randy + I) and them (she + her dad) ensued. Grabe lang sa grabe. It was soooo annoying. The sight of her crying while quitting both made my blood boil and pity her. That girl couldn’t take pressure. The slightest inconvenience, and she no longer knows what to do. We would have understood if she were the only one in a pickle. But no, there were plenty of them in their batch. But the others were willing to bend over backwards to do all their responsibilities. Kainis lang; as our staff Ivy said, “Nag-apply at na-orient siya mag-isa, tapos magre-resign siya may escort na mga magulang.” We admit that our summer was very hectic—but we warned every one of our new recruits of that. Tapos sasagutin ka ng, “E hindi ko po alam na talagang hectic.” Erm, what part of the word “hectic” wasn’t clear again hija? That incident made me swear that I will teach Raviv to learn how to bear pressure. Maganda rin talaga na mahirapan ang anak mo. When he gives a commitment, I will tell him to finish it. I will be there to support him but I won’t encourage him to quit. Especially when so much is at stake, and when my absence would mean a lot. I told Randy over and over and over again that we have to teach Raviv to know how to grow a backbone and a pair.

Anyway moving forward, the incident made us arrive late at the wedding. Pero slight lang. We were able to listen to the priest’s message and to the couple’s exchange of vows. The ceremony was light and heartfelt. And afterwards, my cousins and I could not wait to be reacquainted.

These are the cousins I grew up with. They were the ones who both bullied (they used to fold their eyelids and scare the beehive out of me and my brother) and took care of me. They were the constant faces in all family reunions, Christmases, Araw ng mga Patay, birthdays, and everything else in between. And now we don’t get to see each other that often.

A little background on the groom, my cousin Kuya Richie. He is probably one of my closest cousins. We may not have had the chance to talk deeply about the meaning of life or have had a wild nightout as we migrated to Los Banos when I was a high school sophie. But we practically grew up together. He was the closest thing I and my brother had to a kuya. And we were so damn proud of him. He was (past tense, hihihi!) handsome, is smart, is talented and is funny. It was in fact mentioned during the wedding that what attracted his bride to him was his being funny. His humor isn’t Mr. Bean-y or Vice Ganda-ish. More like Big Bang Theory-ish. ‘Yung tipong kung “Let’s take it slow” ka, hindi ka matatawa. Actually, that is the brand of the Sales humor 🙂 Pangmatalino. Hihi. Kaya ‘yung ibang sumasali sa Sales clan na hindi maka-gets nai-insecure. Nyehehe. I remember during one reunion/get-together, the Saleses were talking about the best English translation of, “Pang-ilan si Ate Liezel sa mga naging girlfriend ni Kuya Jojo?” Yes, ganyan talaga.

With Kuya Rich’s older sister, Ate Tata. This is the first time I saw her after she and her family migrated to UK more than a decade ago.

The Sales Clan with the newlyweds

The reception was short and sweet. For me the highlights were:

Our nephew’s speeches. I must say, kabog ang speech ng adults! One nephew spoke articulately with a British twang, while the younger one spoke with a sossy twang, at nag-bow pa sa ending.

The host’s efforts to encourage the guests to greet each other, “Happy Vuh-lor Day!” Yes, “Vuh-lor” talaga. Emphasis on the first syllable.

And of course the chitchat, however brief, with the people who saw me grow. I miss them a lot. If only it weren’t our most hectic season, I’d have stayed waaay longer.

And before I forget that this is a Wardrobe Diary entry, here are some solo pix of me in my day wedding attire: